Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I can only hope that this is the right one... I hope it's a good one. My sound card is out on my computer....

Oh my... St. Patrick's Day and being part Irish... here we go! You will have to excuse my excited state. It has been a fine day... a very fine day today. This is one day in the year that I do go overboard and enjoy myself to the fullest that I can muster! This includes of course a bit of over drinking. This time last year found me in the company of K.M. R. I. A. (Kiss My Royal Irish Ass). I looked for them this year... but they were no where to be found. Pity that... I love, love those fine fellows. If you have never experienced them... allow me to enlighten you... for they are something wonderful and special....

But if this is not what you are into... okay. But I hope you do not mind The Pogues... because they are the essence of what I love about Irish punk... yes, punk! And I hope they come through for you. LIke I said, my sound card is out temporarily until Squeaky gets here to fix it.

Wonderful day!!! I got to tell the kiddos about...

a particular favorite of mine! And I know that i am fortunate that the teachers indulge me in this once a year. I love... love these stories... raised on them as a child and enthralled with the nobility and folly of them. Today I told of the fight between Fin and the marvelous

(and my personal favorite..)

Cucullin!

I know... I am not supposed to have favorites in fair tales, but I do. I do. I

t does not matter if you are a Fin fan or a Cucullin fan... the stories are an absolute delight. I learned them at my grandfather's knee... he being born in Derry... which is part of Northern Ireland inside British rule... sadly so. These stories are wonderful and full of mirth as well as decent ethics that we can all glean a bit of wisdom from at some expense.

Finn, as I may as well explain, has been a giant in stories... as well as one of the most gallant and respected leaders of battle in the history of Ireland. The point being that he was brave and fearless... and urged others to be the same. Yet I love the stories of Cucillin as well. Heroes both... you decide who you favor. As for me... Cucullin! But then... maybe it was the way that my grandfather told the stories. Maybe it was my romantic heart... who knows?

Either way... enjoy!!!

Oh my... what a night. I had some emails back from the frogs that I released. Would you like a sample? First, let me tell you that it was bitter sweet. These are nice gentlemen... treasures if I may be so bold.

This from frog A:

A Faint Goodbye

My heart was blessed

With joy abounding

A love was found anew

The sweet hope of a new dawn

But rain has come

And darkened the sky

Now storm clouds shroud my heart

The pain of loss

If oft repeated

May harden the heart within

Yet the rain brings blooms

And hearts can heal

I pray that mine will too

Goodbye my love

I wish you well

Your hopes, your dreams come true

And think of me

In times of joy

And wish me a faint “goodbye”

How sweet was that? Or this perhaps... from frog S, a gentleman who did so much to please me and gave me the perfect date.

I'm glad for you B,

Sorry, I'm just a stupid man that can see only what what is good for him.

I meant everything that I ever said to you.

You are truly a beautiful woman.

If anything, I think I helped you with DH.

I wish you all the best.

S

How sweet is that?And true none the less... no doubt, my dates with S influenced DH. I have kept no secrets from DH. Every date... every encounter, I have shared with him.

Crazy? Nope. I was honest, always with what I have done... with whom I have done it. Nothing can come back to bite you in the ass if you have been straight... honest... up front.

But these things have been bittersweet. Because I entered into them with a clear conscience. I am human. I fall down like we all do. I fall... And my frogs... for good or bad and yes, there have been some very bad frogs...scary frogs... still... I have kept things straight and honest. Hate me, love me... fuck me... fuck you... I am what I am. That is all that I can ever be.

Yet I am grateful that at the end... one understands all of this nonsense that is too big for my head some days... and too small other days.

I have a plan for my spring break at lest. I said to DH... when do you want to see me? It has been our habit for me to come on Sat. mornings... and for me to leave Sun. afternoon late.

He said "Come Friday and we'll take it from there."

I will happily accept that. Friday is one day better than Saturday... and "We'll take it from there..." is better than Sunday. We shall see how that goes.

I will not post on Friday... I will be busy driving. down there. I will, however, post on Saturday and let you know how it goes. Cool beans... I hope you all have a wonderful weekend if I do not post before then. Wish me luck... as I do you all.

P.S.

In case you were wondering about the four frogs that I let go... those two up above answered my emails very graciously. Tonight one of the frogs decided that he still wants to be friends... and chat once in awhile. I suppose that will wane with time.

The forth frog... LA, once the favored frog, has decided that he still wants to meet me... to be friends and I am okay with that as long as DH is. We spoke on the phone tonight and he is happy for me that I have found my "one".

I feel blessed that nice men found me. That some can remain friends. But it was sad... bittersweet. Still I have to do what makes me happy. And I wish only the best for them as well.